Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 296 The same murderer or two

Su Miaoyi and Lu Zhishen looked at the photos.

Because the burial pits were spaced three to four meters apart, they couldn't all be captured in a single photograph.

Chu Xingrou arranged the photos together according to the order of the pits, and then connected the positions with her fingers.

It is 3.

A "3" that is not rounded but has sharp corners.

The three people remained silent.

“These clues all point to the same serial killer case,” Lu Zhishen said. “We cannot rule out the possibility that someone is copying the crimes, but there wouldn’t be so many copycats. There must be a connection between the cases.”

Su Miaoyi compared the photos with the numbers 1, 2, and 4 written on them.

"This '1' is written very..." Lu Zhishen wanted to say it was illegible, but it was just a vertical line, how illegible could it be? But he still wanted to use "illegible" to describe this vertical line.

This vertical line was written in blood, so it's not very smooth.

If you're not careful, this vertical line will be easily overlooked.

The number “2” was written on the well using something similar to chalk.

Because the surface of the well is not very smooth, the "2" is also intermittent.

Three years ago, we determined whether these two numbers were created by the same person.

The probability that the authentication result was written by one person is fifty percent.

The "3" appears in this form and cannot be compared.

The number "4" is on the tree trunk, also broken and intermittent.

The results of this comparison were just released recently, and they clearly show that "4", "1", and "2" were not written by the same person.

“Actually, the writing looks completely different when written with the left and right hands,” Chu Xingrou said.

"Did they commit the crime together?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"The crime scene at Wan Shuang's residence ruled out the possibility of two people committing the crime," Lu Zhishen said.

“No,” Su Miaoyi said. “Let’s assume it’s a serial murder case, where these four cases were committed by two people. For example, the first and second were committed by one person, and the third and fourth by one person. They knew each other, but they didn’t commit the crimes together at the same time.”

“But why do it this way?” Lu Zhishen said, “If there are two people, then committing the crime together at the same time and on the same case would save time and effort, and they could also act as lookouts. For example, in Wan Shuang’s case, it would be much easier for two people to drag the body than for one. Moreover, two people can destroy footprints faster than one. Anyway, the scene has already been cleaned up, so cleaning one or two makes little difference to them.”

“Indeed.” Su Miaoyi thought he made sense.

If there are two people, why not be together instead of separating?

"Hiring someone to kill?" Chu Xingrou said. "Like... let's take Mia as an example. Someone places an order with Mia, and after Mia accepts the order, she sends one of her subordinates to kill one or two people, and then sends another subordinate to kill the rest. Of course, I'm just giving an example; the people behind this probably don't have the scale of Mia."

“That makes sense,” Su Miaoyi said.

Lu Zhishen nodded in agreement.

“Based on our current analysis, let’s assume that all four cases were committed by the same person or two people who knew each other,” Su Miaoyi analyzed. “All four cases are related to punishment.”

She was holding photos of the deceased's case.

“Gao Hui had her tongue cut out and her mouth sewn shut. We’ll punish her for spreading rumors, the kind of thing where loose lips sink ships.” Su Miaoyi put down Gao Hui’s photo. “Tian Dajiang, punish him for rape.” Su Miaoyi put down his photo as well.

"Wan Shuang had her tongue cut out, and her punishment was also set at spreading rumors and fabricating stories."

All that was left was Wu An: "What about him? What was his crime?"

“I don’t know anything about it,” Lu Zhishen said. “The villagers’ impression of Wu An is that he doesn’t like to talk, doesn’t like to communicate, and prefers to be alone. There are a few benches next to the well in the village. During the off-season, many people like to sit there and chat. When Wu An passes by, some people greet him, and sometimes he will say a few words, and sometimes he will pretend not to hear and just walk past.”

“I also heard from an aunt that once Wu An was sitting on a chair by the well, resting. Later, when other people came, he got up and left, not wanting to interact with anyone,” Chu Xingrou said. “I’ve also looked into it. I think that could be a reason why he was unwilling to communicate.”

Su Miaoyi looked at her: "Is it because of your legs?"

She remembered that there were problems with the left side of the skeleton's neck and spine.

Chu Xingrou nodded: "Because he has had a problem with his legs since he was a child, many people in the village have given him the nickname 'Wu the Cripple.' Many people also like to joke with him. The people who make jokes may not think it's a big deal and are just teasing him, but the person being joked with will definitely take it to heart and feel uncomfortable. He has been living under such repression for so many years since he was a child. If it were me, I would definitely ignore everyone."

“If it were me, I wouldn’t be here anymore,” Lu Zhishen said.

Su Miaoyi looked at him.

"So I went from Jiangcheng to Jinghai," Lu Zhishen said.

His parents left, and he suffered a lot of exclusion and heard a lot of hurtful things.

Therefore, he was not very willing to stay in Jiangcheng.

Su Miaoyi looked at him for two seconds and said, "If it were me, I would beat anyone who said that, until they dared not say it again and the voice was gone."

Lu Zhishen clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Truly worthy of being called an eagle soaring through the sky."

Su Miaoyi returned the gesture with a fist and palm salute.

Chu Xingrou clasped her hands in a gesture of respect to fit in.

The three of them exchanged a glance, all of them speechless.

“It’s so late at night. If others see us, they’ll think these three from Jinghai have something wrong with them,” Lu Zhishen said.

The three of them smiled.

“The villagers say Wu An is honest and quiet. Such an honest person shouldn’t have any enemies or grudges with anyone. In any case, they haven’t heard of any. Wu An’s two younger sisters also say that he is honest and won’t offend anyone, much less do anything bad,” Lu Zhishen said.

"Honest people will become more ruthless when they are pushed to the limit," Chu Xingrou said.

The three of them were silent for a while, then Su Miaoyi said, "Actually, I just thought of something too."

"what?"

“Xingrou showed the villagers photos of Lu Xian and Mia, but they all said they’d never seen them before.” Su Miaoyi tapped her temple with her index finger. “Shall we show Mia and the others photos of the deceased?”

Both Chu Xingrou and Lu Zhishen looked somewhat bewildered.

“Both antihistamines and cyanide are commonly used poisons by assassins. We investigated Lu Xian and his group in the village and suspected they were connected to the case here. If there is a connection, since Lu Xian and Mia never came here and the villagers never saw them, could it be that some of them saw photos of the deceased?” Su Miaoyi analyzed. “After all, antihistamines don’t grow here, nor are they suitable for their growth. Cyanide is also difficult for ordinary people to obtain, and the amount of other substances needed to make it is quite large. Both of these poisons require a source.”

"The only source we know of for the deadly poison is Mia. If the killer is connected to Mia's assassin organization, could those assassins know something about each other?"

　Goodnight everybody.

　　(End of this chapter)